Beautifully written.

Richard M. Ankers - Author

You swept into my life,
A warm scirocco wind
Drying the tears of the past,
Scorching my heart
With your heat,
Scrubbing me clean
With Saharan sands.
You were elemental,
A necessity of life,
And for a time we loved as none before.
But, no sooner had the storm that was you
Mesmerised me, enraptured me,
With your arrival,
Like the wind you so resembled,
You swept away.
It will be a cold winter of waiting,
Seasons of northern cold;
Eastern promise;
And western dreams;
Before my southern scirocco returns:
I shall wait.

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